two years ago your finger tips traced love patterns on my arm
and the constant motion of life had the feeling undone
i've tried grazing my fingers along to the dance you created, but it won't fall in place
only you knew this melody and only I could hear the harmony
the tune has been stuck in my head
but the notes are somehow dead
only you can bring it to life
YOU ARE READING
lost
Poetry#48 in poetry//these words fell on the canvas of my skin. cover by dejection- picture found on weheartit .
